Tuesday 4th April: more and more new people :)

I could’ve had a lift before I’d even got to my spot today. A young lady with her kids in the back offered me a lift, even though she was going back into Ryde – I knew her from, I think, the fracking walk a few weeks back. I kind of regret not taking up her offer, even though it would’ve taken her completely out of her way, because she obviously wanted to just reconnect/chat about things, and wouldn’t have minded taking me to Brading.

Anyway, it was back to Hans Solo today as the clouds were out again meaning Lucy would get the bus home instead of hitching. I expected still a lift very quickly.

But in my experience, when turning down an offer of a lift there’s always a bit of a wait until the next offer. It’s how the hitching gods work.

People seemed a bit glum today. Maybe it was the grey or something, or the Tuesday feeling…..but I came out of work today buzzing a bit, and even started hitching with a buzz, but the vibes wasn’t like yesterday when everyone waved and smiled. Today people kept to themselves.,

So the unthinkable happened. The bus passed me, Lucy waving sympathetically. And then, in comical fashion, the very next car pulled up – they’d actually passed me a few minutes before and had turned around to pick me up.

Bob and Janice are lovely. Bob explained he’d seen me before hitching there, a few weeks ago, and Janice this time made him stop for me.

Bob and myself

He’s a car broker who drives a small van – a bit of a cosmic joke of sorts.

They seemed excited to hear about me working at Neutrik, as someone they know is a supervisor there (though not specifically one of my supervisors – he may be working on Lucy’s side, or else in a different part of the factory).

We decided we’d see each other again sometime, when the roads bring us to reconnect again!


Tuesday 21st February – a Range Rover and cloudy skies

Grey skies ahead

My colleague was sure she’d beat me today. I wasn’t so sure, hitching has been getting faster and faster, especially since I’ve had my sign.

I was feeling jolly, and smiling lots, and got a few smiles back.

A dark Range Rover made out that he was stopping, but didn’t, but another car was pulled over. I went over to the other car, but noticed there was noone in it despite its hazards being on. So I was walking back to my roundabout, and saw the Range Rover coming back, the guy asked to confirm I was going to Brading, and he swung round and picked me up. Time on the clock: I’d say less than a minute today.

The guy is a trade plate driver – delivers cars etc, and said that he knows what it’s like waiting for ages for a lift. I confessed to him that I haven’t had to wait any more than 10 minutes so far at that roundabout, and that hitchhiking seems to work really, really well here.

He was surprised, then shared a story of meeting a friend on a flight once who ended up giving him a lift all the way home from the airport. I shared my story of hitchhiking back to Bath from north Devon with Judi, when we found ourselves stuck outside Shepton Mallet at gone 11pm with no traffic anymore. We were literally waving two-handedly any car down, and there were two possible roads going to Bath from there so we had one road each. Eventually Judi called me over excitedly, a guy had stopped, he was going to Bath, and it turned out he lived on my little road…!

The seat heating in the Range Rover is just starting to get uncomfortably hot when we arrive at the dropping off place. I thank him sincerely, and we bid farewells.